MY PERFECT MAN

My Man in Melbourne

Som Chai meets my family & friends

I am so excited that Som Chai is now in Oz and has been granted a partner visa.

He's met my family and friends, and even come along to Uni with me.

It is wonderful having him here with me - no more lonely nights or awkward outings on my own!

I can throw my wish list in the fire now because he fulfils all my dreams. I am so proud of him - he is charismatic, generous and kind, and he is also Budhist and a meditator!

An Ode to a Human Painting Machine

I wondered whether there was a difference between art made by a human and art made by a machine? So I made a fan that painted, and I became a painting human fan.
Conclusion: there was no difference.

Ketubot/Marriage Contracts

Just an Ordinary Peasant is based on my uncle’s experience as an inmate at Treblinka extermination camp in 1944. His memoir recounts that while being forced to carry corpses from the gas chambers to an open-air pyre, he was handed a sack which held little children who were still alive. The guard commanded the sack be thrown into the fire. The woman I play in Just an Ordinary Peasant is a hybrid character created from the memoirs of my uncle, my parents and my own research. She sings and dances and also throws a sack of babies into the fire. This piece explores my own biases as well as questions the culpability of ‘ordinary people’ who were accomplices to the atrocities carried out during the Third Reich.

An Ode to a Human Painting Machine

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She Ain't Heavy, She's My Mother

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Aug 11, 2018

Breakfast no.1

11.8.18. Mum looks at me and points at the cooked porridge. Now porridge? It’s mine? she asks with a quizzical look. She stands there for a minute or two, thinking. Then she points at her Webster tablet pack marked Saturday morning. Mine? she asks Yes. With what? There’s your tea, I point to the tea waiting for her. Mine? Yes. Have your tablets with your tea. She potters around the table, then returns to her porridge. Again she looks at me and points to her porridge. It is mi

Breakfast No.2

Aug 1, 2018

Breakfast No.2

Aug 2018. Mum’s forgotten how to make her porridge. And her cup of tea. She stands there in front of her bowl of soaked porridge, staring at me. Waiting for my instruction. Put the porridge in the microwave for 3 minutes, I say as clearly and patiently as I can. 3 minutes - in the microwave, I repeat. She’s been making her porridge for years, and especially over the last year since she moved in, I’ve been proud to acknowledge that ‘Mums not that bad, she prepares her own po